Wake the Heavens
Peoples of the Earth,
This hour beseeches you.
Rise from your slumber,
Shake off the demons of sloth.
Open your eyes,
Lift the veil that hides your sin.
Peoples of the Earth,
The dead beseech you.
The living call out.
The blind place their hands upon your arm.
Truth is at the door.
Open and receive.
Peoples of the Earth,
Hope for the good,
The holy, and the hallowed.
Take off your rags,
Don a wedding garment.
That you may feast and dance.
Peoples of the Earth,
Seek the Kingdom of the Great King.
He rains down blessing from above,
He calls saints,
And angels to your side,
For Victory in His Name.
Peoples of the Earth.
A New Day beckons you.
Gather the lame, and the hungry,
Those that hope for Victory beseech you.
Jesus awaits your plaintive cries
To wake the heavens.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
Solemnity
“As they were saying this, Jesus himself stood among them, and said to them, ‘Peace to you.’ But they were startled and frightened, and supposed that they saw a spirit. And he said to them, ‘Why are you troubled, and why do questionings rise in your hearts? See my hands and feet, that it is I myself; handle me, and see; for a spirit has not flesh and bones as you see that I have’” (Lk 24-36-39). [1][2]
Compiled by Sarah Ciotti
“God is blessing us” ..as I wrote those words in a post, a memory came to mind. On pilgrimage in Shanghai in 1994, we witnessed the sun, appearing so very brilliant, seem to move around in the sky. A Chinese man, who looked to be in his eighties or even nineties, observed it, too, and asked, excitedly, “What does it mean? A fellow pilgrim, answered, “God is blessing us right now”. The old man, happily, repeated over and over, like a little child, “God is blessing us, God is blessing us. God is blessing us.” It’s been many years since that remarkable event and I’m thankful, and eternally grateful, as I acknowledge, He still is!
Shepherd of my Soul
You are looking for me.
What else would a Shepherd do?
Here I am waiting for You to find me.
All the world can not satisfy a heart made for heaven.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 